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Saturday, August 18, 2007

Costa Maya...a tiny Mexican fishing village



Are you already there?


A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village.


An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it Took him to catch them.


"Not very long," answered the Mexican.


"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.


The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.


The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"


"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, play the guitar, and sing a few songs... I have a full life."


The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard, and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."


"And after that?" asked the Mexican.


"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."


"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.


"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.


"And after that?"asked the Mexican"Afterwards?


Well my Friend, That's when it gets really interesting,"answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big,you can start selling stocks and make millions!"


"Millions? R e a l l y???? And after that?" said the Mexican.


"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings doing what you like and enjoying your friends."


And the moral is: Know where you're going in life...you may already be there.

Author Unknown~
New friendships are made aboard the Fantasy Carnival Cruise Ship.
James, Tracie, Darla, and Paul

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Catfish Summer






Catfish jumpin and the living is easy


Your daddys rich



and your momma is good lookin


So hush little baby and don't you cry.





This fish is 30#s





My biggest fish ever was a 43 #er caught on a bream/trotline at Lake O Pines.



The daily catching 40-50 bream after each day's work then running the line and re-baiting may not seem like work to anyone who has not done it.



Fighting the wind and rain, praying the lightning bolts don't find you.



I fished for a month and 1/2 this summer for the pull of 5 or 6 big fish on my lines.



It is truly amazing the brute strength these fish have when they are on your line. They pull the line straight down trying to free themselves or at least snare you with one of your own hooks. One mistake getting hooked could prove fatal for the fisherman as many have been pulled overboard and drowned.



I carry 2 knifes for this very reason. One on the boat seat beside me and one in my pocket should I go overboard.



Tug Tug on the line and down they go. You ease them to the water's surface and when they see you....down again they go....til they tire and slowly float to the top. You wait until they open their mouth(sometimes having to rub their bellies to get them to open up) then quickly slide your hand into their mouth searching for the handhold to quickly bring them onboard the boat.



Maybe next year will see me catch one over 100#fish



Wonders aloud if the fish brag about catching a 200# human?


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